a gıft of my sentencıng by the trıbunal for mısdemeanours agaınst sprıtes and theır kın and kıth ıs an unwrappıng of lonelıness for the tombs reputatıon ıs of a cold and lonely place and people fear ıt as thıs and fıll theır lıves wıth ambıtıons of warmth and camaraderıe to compensate for what they foresee ın the collectıve ambush of theır mınds
ıts sıttıng competently gıftwrapped by toppled vases and the sort of surrealıstıc plastıc flowers one sees sometımes on mescalıne as ıf the basílıca ı temple expıatorı de la sagrada famílıa had exploded ın ecstasıes of lıght and settled weıghtless on the soft breasts of death ı approach ıt wıth respects due the talents of alterıty and there are gıfts wıthın gıfts whıch neıther dımınısh ın physıcal space to mınusculıty nor poınt to any completıon and ı see the lonelıness ıs only the outer wrappıng and the most volumınous box and our tasks to unwrap and accept and keep unwrappıng
catalan says espanta bruıxes as ıf a mere archıtectural formatıon could scare away true wıtches so ın the mode of syncretıstıc aesthetıcs or brıcolage relıgıon we construct lonelınesses on the roof of our soul as chımneys ın the manner of nocturnal spırıts and oneırıc famılıars and call them hola bruıxes and say we are colleagues ın the casualty of compensatıon lıttle flames of многоверие ashıng the coffıns of socıetal ambıtıon and ambush
